I swore never to miss answering to Francis Stewart again, though I should leave my hand of cards upon the drum-head--Ah! discipline is a capital thing." "In other respects you liked the service ?" said Morton, "Par excellence," said Bothwell; "women, wine, and wassail, all to be had for little but the asking; and if you find it in your conscience to let a fat priest think he has some chance to convert you, gad he'll help you to these comforts himself, just to gain a little ground in your good affection.

Where will you find a crop-eared whig parson will be so civil ?" "Why, nowhere, I agree with you," said Henry; "but what was your chief duty ?" "To guard the king's person," said Bothwell, "to look after the safety of Louis le Grand, my boy, and now and then to take a turn among the Huguenots (protestants, that is.) And there we had fine scope; it brought my hand pretty well in for the service in this country.

But, come, as you are to be a bon camerado, as the Spaniards say, I must put you in cash with some of your old uncle's broad-pieces.

This is cutter's law; we must not see a pretty fellow want, if we have cash ourselves." Thus speaking, he pulled out his purse, took out some of the contents, and offered them to Henry without counting them.

Young Morton declined the favour; and, not judging it prudent to acquaint the sergeant, notwithstanding his apparent generosity, that he was actually in possession of some money, he assured him he should have no difficulty in getting a supply from his uncle.
"Well," said Bothwell, "in that case these yellow rascals must serve to ballast my purse a little longer.